This was actually taken in the autumn during the flood but the snow melt takes the same course. The snow was beautiful while it lasted and caused danger for travelers, made hermits of some and fun for others. Then the thaw. All that water has to go somewhere. It's in a mighty dash to get somewhere lower. It doesn't care who it sweeps along with it, like a White Rabbit torrent rushing to meet it's Duchess. It doesn't care what animals it disturbs, turns out of their homes. Its waters are colder than Alice's tears. And somewhere still lower lies my garden.